Go, wiser thou! and in thy scale of sense weigh thy opinion against Providence.
Lo, what huge heaps of littleness around!
Time conquers all, and we must time obey.
The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, and wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
Get your enemy to read your works in order to mend them, for your friend is so much your second self that he will judge too like you.
Oh, blindness to the future! kindly giv'n, That each may fill the circle mark'd by heaven.